Raych did his best to size up his new companion, without allowing his own face to lose its smooth naivete. The man had sharp greenish eyes and his right hand clenched¹ almost threateningly into a fist as it rested on the table.
    Raych looked owlishly at the other and waited.
    Again, the man said, "I understand you call yourself a Joranumite."
    Raych did his best to look uneasy. It was not difficult. He said, "Why do you ask, mister?"
    "Because I don't think you're old enough."
    "I'm old enough. I used to watch Jo-Jo Joranum's speeches on holovision."
    "Can you quote them?"
    Raych shrugged². "No, but I got the idea."
    "You're a brave young man to talk openly about being a Joranumite. Some people don't like that."
    "I'm told there are lots of Joranumites in Wye."
    "That may be. Is that why you came here?"
    "I'm looking for a job. Maybe another Joranumite would help me."
    "There are Joranumites in Dahl, too. Where are you from?"
    There was no question that he recognized Raych's accent. That could not be disguised.
    He said, "I was born in Millimaru, but I lived mostly in Dahl when I was growing up."
    "Doing what?"
    "Nothing much. Going to school some."
    "And why are you a Joranumite?"
    Raych let himself heat up a bit. He couldn't have lived in downtrodden, discriminated-against Dahl without having obvious reasons for being a Joranumite. He said, "Because I think there should be more representative government in the Empire, more participation³ by the people, and more equality among the sectors⁴ and the worlds. Doesn't anyone with brains and a heart think that?"
    "And you want to see the Emperorship abolished?"
    Raych paused. One could get away with a great deal in the way of

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